THE VOICELESS

In the heart of the forest, where the ancient trees stand tall,

Whispers echo through the leaves, a silent yet urgent call.

For centuries they've watched, guardians of the land,

But now they tremble in fear, as humans make their stand.

Once, this forest was a sanctuary, a haven for all life,

But now it's under siege, consumed by human strife.

The trees cry out in anguish, their voices lost in the breeze,

Begging for mercy, begging for release.

For every tree that falls, a piece of their soul is lost,

As greed consumes the hearts of those who count the cost.

But still they stand defiant, rooted deep in the earth,

A symbol of resilience, a testament to worth.

Oh, how the forest weeps, as its children disappear,

The animals, the birds, all filled with dread and fear.

Their homes destroyed, their future bleak,

As humans continue on, turning a blind cheek.

But there is hope yet, a flicker in the night,

For the forest is resilient, and it will continue to fight.

It calls out to those who will listen, to those with open ears,

To stand up and take action, to quell their darkest fears.

For the forest is not alone, it has allies far and wide,

People who understand, who stand on its side.

Together they can make a difference, together they can thrive,

But it requires courage, it requires the will to strive.

So let us heed the call of the forest, let us rise to the task,

For the future of our planet is all that we ask.

Let us protect this sacred land, let us be the change,

For only then can we hope to mend what we have rearranged.

In the heart of the forest, where the ancient trees still stand,

Let us join hands together, let us make a stand.

For in unity there is strength, in solidarity there is might,

And together we can ensure the forest's light shines bright.

So let us be the voice of the voiceless, let us be the ones who care,

For the forest and its inhabitants, for all that's living there.

Let us answer the call to action, let us make a stand,

For the future of our planet lies in the palm of our hand.

In the silence of the woods, where whispers dwell,

A tale unfolds of guardians who swell,

With the might of law, and the heart's embrace,

To shield the forest, its sacred grace.

Behold, the government, a steadfast guide,

In the dance of leaves, by the river's tide,

Their hands extend to shelter and defend,

The woodland realm, where dreams ascend.

Through ink-stained scrolls and decrees profound,

They weave a shield, where life abounds,

With pen and parchment, they carve a vow,

To safeguard nature, here and now.

In the depths of green, where shadows play,

Their presence lingers, both night and day,

With watchful eyes and vigilant care,

They stand as sentinels, a solemn prayer.

For in their charge, the forest thrives,

Where every creature, freely strives,

To live and love, beneath the boughs,

In harmony's embrace, they take their vows.

Oh, government, with your guiding hand,

You paint a future, where forests stand,

Where generations yet to be,

Shall walk in wonder, wild and free.

So let us raise our voices high,

And sing the praise of azure sky,

For in the government's protective gaze,

Our forests bloom, in endless praise.

That's the way it should be,

that is the sound many longs to hear.